You take your wife to what you thought was a family restaurant, far removed from the watchful eye of the puritanical rulers of your city. To get there, she has to be covered in black from head to toe, with only a narrow slat for her eyes, like any woman who wants to come out of the house. You settle down and tell her, "Honey, you can take that face mask off and relax. They're not going to come around here." She happily obliges, and you look forward to a nice meal in a place where you used to go...